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My fever produced strange dreams...I had visions of a comic contest...Phillip and a ghost were there...
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| How 'bout a cupcake, hideous specter? | |
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| No thanks...sweets are bad for my complexion...by the way, have you seen my skin lying around here anywhere? | |
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...and a robot and Toothgnip were there, too...
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| And it can't get up! Ba dum dum... | |
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...and just when I thought it was beginning to make sense, the 3rd panel came along...
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| I knew I had no punchline...and that's when I knew we'd need the wooden badger... | |
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| Well, rutabaga brain, I got two words for you: Dis Qualified... | |
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